The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the Grand Hall of the Whitmore Institute did not smell of history, as one might expect from a place so steeped in the weight of centuries, but of lemon polish and old paper. It was a sterile scent, the olfactory signature of an empire maintained by invisible hands. Elias Thorne stood at the bottom of the sweeping marble staircase, his fingers curled tightly around the leather-bound...

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